Die Melusine - Chapter 37 (M)

A curse almost slipped from his lips.

The forcibly entered body had completely surrendered, melted in heat and softness. The slick, pliant walls tightened around him in an instant, gripping him with an unbearable intensity.

He clenched his teeth, suppressing the urge to release, and his eyes caught sight of Melusine’s face, pale and stricken. That foolish fish.

“Breathe.”

Kieron’s hand glided over her hips, slow and deliberate, as he murmured something under his breath.

Whether it was because she didn’t understand or simply couldn’t process it, Melusine only blinked those wide eyes of hers, uncomprehending.

She had thought she remembered what nights with Kieron were like, but clearly, she was mistaken. The moment he drove himself deeper, Melusine instinctively twisted her body in protest, but it was futile—there was no sign he intended to let her go.

Every stretch, every inch of her being pushed to its limit, was excruciatingly vivid. It felt as though she might tear apart from how far she was being opened. That tiny hole… stretched so much, so far, and yet…

Before she could even register the realization, Kieron’s relentless pressure bore down on her, seemingly endless. Just as she thought this must surely be the limit, her breath caught, and she found herself unable to inhale.

And yet, she had no desire to push him away.

Kieron’s hand eventually moved to her jaw, gripping it firmly as he forced her mouth open. He pressed his lips to hers, exhaling sharply into her mouth. The rush of his breath filled her lungs, and he repeated the act several times.

At first, Melusine remained frozen, unsure of what was happening, but soon she gasped, desperately sucking in the air he gave her.

“Ha… hah… ah, mm…”

After a while, Kieron pulled his lips away, and only then did Melusine finally release the breath that had been trapped, gasping sharply. Color seemed to return to her face, though her heaving shoulders and chest gave away her lingering exhaustion. The sight was almost pitiful, yet somehow amusing.

Fixing his gaze on the woman beneath him, Kieron began to move his hips slowly. The slick walls of her heat clung to him as he teased her, pulling out just enough for the tip to graze against her entrance. Then, as if carving his way through, he plunged back in deeply, filling her completely once more.

Even though her body still couldn’t fully take him all the way to the base, the sensation of him forcing his way through her tight entrance and into her welcoming depths brought a strange, almost inexplicable euphoria—something far beyond mere physical satisfaction. It was, in some ways, reminiscent of the thrill she felt when she had taken down an enemy commander, the rush of dominance and submission intertwined.

“Kieron… w-wait, just a momen—ah!”

Despite the woman’s urgent plea, Kieron continued his thrusts, moving at his own deliberate pace. He pushed himself deeper, teasing her, as though testing just how much more of him her body could take.

“Ah! Ah! Wait—!” Her cry, laced with moans, made him smirk, one corner of his lips curling upward.

Gripping her trembling hips firmly, he pulled her closer, pressing her down as if to emphasize his claim over her. The weight and force of him left no room for escape.

“Why? Changing your mind, are you?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, punctuated by his ragged breaths.

“N-no, it’s not—ah, hngh.”

Kieron drove himself in harder, deliberately, the force making Melusine’s eyes widen further.

At some point, he had started observing her face closely, watching the subtle changes in her expression as her body trembled beneath him. The ripples in her once-calm eyes grew deeper, revealing the tumultuous mix of pain and pleasure that alternated and eventually blended together.

“Do it again… mm, just like that. I like it… right now, that…,” she murmured, her dry lips glistening as she wetted them, reaching out toward him with trembling hands.

“…What?”

Once again, Melusine defied his expectations. Her unexpected response sent a twisting sensation through him, as though his very core had been shaken.

He wanted to break her.

Those eyes, always brimming with unshed tears, made him ache to see real ones spill over—genuine, unstoppable tears streaming down her face. He didn’t care about some fabled treasure or legend. None of it mattered.

What consumed him was the burning desire to shatter the towering waves rising inside her completely, leaving nothing behind but himself, scattered in their wake.

“Ahhh! Ahn!”

Kieron slipped his hands under her arms and effortlessly lifted her, positioning her on his lap. Their connection, which had never fully parted, now sealed even tighter, leaving no space between them.

He lifted Melusine’s hips effortlessly, holding her in a precarious position before slamming her back down onto him. Her delicate body, trapped in his grip, trembled violently. Finally, she took him in completely, to the very base, their hips flush against each other as they ground together.

“Ahh… inside, it’s… pressed. Hngh. It’s too deep… too much,” she whimpered.

He was buried excessively deep, reaching places she hadn’t known could be touched. Her insides felt ruthlessly excavated, every inch of her filled and pressed by something hard and unrelenting. Each push and grind sent sharp, tingling sensations radiating through her, making her tailbone ache and itch, almost as if her tail fin were about to reemerge

Melusine clung tighter to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face against his broad shoulder. She tried to lift her hips slightly, hoping to ease the intensity of the penetration, but Kieron noticed immediately.

With a sharp thrust of his hips, he closed the gap she had tried to create.

“Hahk!”

Gripping her slim waist firmly—so slender it felt as though it could be held with one hand—he twisted her body slightly and ground her against him, pulling a scream from her lips as she clung to his shoulder.

Kieron held the back of her head firmly, keeping her pressed against him as his thrusts grew shorter and rougher, each one sending shockwaves through her trembling body.

“Hngh! Hah! Ah!”

Each broken moan that escaped her lips was accompanied by the convulsive tightening of her walls around him, gripping him so tightly it felt as though she were trying to pull him even deeper. Blood rushed to his lower body all at once, leaving a heavy, aching pressure in his abdomen.

Suddenly, Kieron found himself wondering what expression Melusine was wearing right now. This woman, his possession, who whimpered and struggled under his force but still clung to him, pressing herself closer as though seeking comfort.

“Melusine.”

A name he had given her on a whim, never expecting he’d use it so often.

But now he knew. Every time Kieron said her name, it came with the realization that—

“Hngh… yes?”

—she would always look him directly in the eyes like this, meeting his gaze unwaveringly.

Kieron said nothing, his sharp eyes fixed on hers as he simply stared. The thrusting had paused for a moment, giving her just enough time to catch her breath. Her pale, rounded chest rose and fell heavily as she tried to recover.

“Good. Just like that. Keep looking at me. Though she couldn’t form proper words, her eyes betrayed everything—every thought, every feeling, and even the words she wanted to say but couldn’t. Unlike the humans Kieron was accustomed to, those who hid their truths behind empty words and hollow smiles, her gaze was unfiltered, as if her emotions were reflected in crystal-clear water.

Kieron lowered Melusine back onto the ground, taking her slender ankles in one hand and lifting them both effortlessly. As he slowly rotated his hips, teasing the entrance slick with her arousal, the wet, squelching sounds of their connection grew louder.

With her legs raised high into the air and her hips following, the sensations she felt intensified. Though his movements weren’t as forceful as before, the deliberate pace allowed her to feel every ridge and curve of him dragging against her sensitive inner walls, stretching and probing deeply.

This slower, almost torturous rhythm proved harder to endure. The deep friction sent shivers coursing through her body, and the strain of it had her biting her lower lip, her eyes fluttering shut.

Thud.

“Ahh!”

A sudden surge deep inside her made Melusine’s eyes snap open. Just as his slow withdrawal had left her trembling, Kieron thrust back in forcefully, splitting her open as if to stake his claim. From her hips to the ankles held firmly in his grip, her body buzzed with an electrifying ache, as though lightning had struck her.

“I told you to keep your eyes on me,” he growled, his voice low and commanding.

“I-I… ngh!”

Thud.

Kieron’s voice was different from usual. Already deeper than most, the rough timbre of his tone now carried a sharper, darker edge.

Maybe it was because of how tightly she was bound to him below, but with just a single word, Melusine felt as if her entire body was being completely dominated, locked in his grasp.

Thud.

“Ah! Nngh!”

Kieron’s thick cock mercilessly plunged into her, stretching and filling her narrow entrance without pause. Every time he pulled out, scraping against her sensitive walls, only to slam back in, the world around her seemed to shake.

The sensations deep within her, ignited by his unrelenting rhythm, began to grow rapidly, like a tidal wave surging without warning, threatening to consume her entirely.

It wasn’t easy to endure, but Melusine couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. Each time her head turned even slightly, Kieron’s hand found her chin, firmly guiding her face back to meet his gaze.

“Haa… Mel.”

It wasn’t just his voice that had changed. His golden eyes, usually cold and distant, now burned with an intensity that seemed almost scalding. Within those fiery irises, something unfamiliar flickered—something she had never seen before.

As his movements grew faster and rougher, the sensation of his relentless thrusts matched the growing tempest in his gaze. The unidentifiable flicker swelled and churned like waves threatening to spill over but never quite breaking.

“Kie… ron… ah, hngh…”

Amidst her breathless moans and the lewd sounds of their bodies colliding, she kept calling his name, her voice trembling and broken.

Her pronunciation was still clumsy, yet each time she said it, it felt as if she were pulling him deeper into her orbit.

Her desperate effort to keep her eyes open, her body marked with red and purple from bites and kisses—everything about her irritated him. The way her walls clenched around him as though trying to wring something out of him, the explicit moans spilling from her lips, and even her translucent, crystal-blue eyes staring up at him—he found it all unbearably frustrating.

Frustrating, uncomfortable, maddening. But as long as he felt this sharp, unyielding irritation, he could at least tell himself he was alive.

If he completely broke her, claimed her entirely, would this feeling remain? Would he still feel alive?

Kieron gripped both of Melusine’s ankles, spreading her legs wide to either side as he pounded into her relentlessly. His hips slammed against hers with a brutal rhythm, forcing his length past her tight entrance again and again. The way her walls clung to him, yielding and then resisting with each thrust, made his throat go dry as the fire in his body climbed higher and higher.

“Hnnngh! Kieron, this is… weird, I mean—it’s not bad, it’s… ahhh!”

Her chest tightened, her heartbeat so loud and frantic that it felt as if her body might explode at any moment.

Melusine squirmed her hips frantically, unable to control the overwhelming sensation building inside her. His relentless thrusts, burrowing deeper and deeper, had pushed her to the edge. The pressure that had started earlier had now become unbearable, like a tidal wave about to break.

And yet, she didn’t want it to end here. She wanted him to push her further, to drive her past every limit she thought she had.

“Like that, mmh… yes, ah, it’s so… good, ahhh—do it again, more, more… ahhh!”

Thud, thud.

At that moment, as his length slammed into a spot deep inside her, something within her snapped. Her belly convulsed, and her mind rang sharply, a deafening zing that seemed to echo through her skull.

Her body stiffened and arched uncontrollably, completely overwhelmed by the blinding intensity of the sensation.

She knew the euphoria of plunging into water, the moment when everything is muted and her entire body feels weightlessly free.

Just like now.

Kieron struck the same spot repeatedly, sending shockwaves through her body, before suddenly pulling out completely. The abrupt emptiness made her cry out as her body convulsed, releasing a gush of clear fluid that spilled uncontrollably.

Ignoring her trembling hips, he forced them apart once more, positioning himself at her soaked entrance before driving back in without hesitation. The spasms of her walls, still contracting from her climax, clung tightly to him, their movements almost pulling him in deeper.

There was no way his body would withdraw from hers now. Kieron, without pause, slammed himself to the furthest depths, reaching places that seemed impossible to penetrate, forcing himself to the absolute limit within her.

Melusine reached out with trembling arms, her voice breaking into soft sobs. This time, Kieron leaned down toward her without hesitation, allowing her to cling to him. Her small, shaking hands brushed against his cheeks, her palms barely steady as they caressed his face.

“This… feels so good…”

Her whisper was faint, her lips brushing just shy of his, her voice barely audible.

Kieron’s brows furrowed deeply, his expression momentarily twisting as though her words had struck him unexpectedly.

For Melusine, the overwhelming pleasure was so intense, it felt strange—almost sorrowful.

The fullness in her chest matched the fullness of her body, the sensation of being utterly claimed by him, of having Kieron, her relentless invader, looking down at her with such unyielding focus. It filled her heart in a way that left her aching.

That ache, that sadness—it only made the moment feel even better.

“…Ah!”

Squish.

The sound of him plunging deep into her echoed in her mind, as though it were real. The overwhelming pleasure, unlike anything she had ever experienced, consumed Melusine entirely, leaving her utterly conquered.

“Kugh,” Kieron grunted, his voice strained as a searing warmth flooded inside her.

He gripped her head firmly, crushing her closer into his embrace as his throbbing length released in repeated surges, thrusting again and again as if he could go even deeper, as if there was still more space to claim.

Inside, Melusine curled in on herself, trembling uncontrollably. The aftershocks wracking her body made it hard to breathe, her chest heaving as her body clung tightly to him, unwilling to let go.

It felt… warm.

The heat of Kieron’s chest against her, the warmth of his seed spreading deep within her—it filled her entirely, body and soul.

A single tear slipped from her wide, blue eyes, tracing its way down her flushed cheek.